Christmas Less Ordinary
Had a most interesting Christmas.
Ben called at 10:45am to tell me he had just passed out while driving and was now going to hospital and would not be able to give me a ride to catch my bus leaving at 11:30am. Holy Shit!
On a long shot I called my friends ex-boyfriend Danny, one of the only people in Portland I know with a car and amazingly he was willing to leave his christmas breakfast, plow through the 2 feet thick snow pick me up and storm down to the train station by 11:31am.
On the way down, the bus got hung up by two nasty wrecks on I-5 and a police blockage at a convenience store in Salem. I knew when I saw the cop pull out her shot gun out of the police vehicle, I wasn't in for an ordinary Christmas.
At Eugene, I was supposed to transfer buses but the station was closed and the bus never showed up. I waited outside in the freezing cold for 3 hours, walking the deserted streets of Eugene, wishing that something would be open so I warm my frozen fingers and toes, feeling utterly miserable. I was finally saved by old family friends, the Schlewitz's who live in Eugene.
They took in a frozen wayward traveler, warmed her by the fire and fed her tacos and margaritas. A fine christmas dinner indeed.
Ben called at 10:45am to tell me he had just passed out while driving and was now going to hospital and would not be able to give me a ride to catch my bus leaving at 11:30am. Holy Shit!
On a long shot I called my friends ex-boyfriend Danny, one of the only people in Portland I know with a car and amazingly he was willing to leave his christmas breakfast, plow through the 2 feet thick snow pick me up and storm down to the train station by 11:31am.
On the way down, the bus got hung up by two nasty wrecks on I-5 and a police blockage at a convenience store in Salem. I knew when I saw the cop pull out her shot gun out of the police vehicle, I wasn't in for an ordinary Christmas.
At Eugene, I was supposed to transfer buses but the station was closed and the bus never showed up. I waited outside in the freezing cold for 3 hours, walking the deserted streets of Eugene, wishing that something would be open so I warm my frozen fingers and toes, feeling utterly miserable. I was finally saved by old family friends, the Schlewitz's who live in Eugene.
They took in a frozen wayward traveler, warmed her by the fire and fed her tacos and margaritas. A fine christmas dinner indeed.